I want to sing
I wanna bit of a thing
With the boy stood next to me
I see despise
Clear in his eyes
I want that entered deep in me
Side by side in dreams
Yet he's the one who's free
Side by side it seems
Yet he's the one with the cherry tree
I want to sing
Hey you pretty thing
Take some time with me
I see lost cries
Near in his eyes
I want that entered deep in me
Side by side in dreams
Yet he's the one who's free
Side by side it seems
Yet he's the one with the cherry tree
This poem is from the collection
